The red sun had just risen, its path blazing bright; the river emerged from hidden currents and poured into the boundless sea. The swift Moa River flowed down from the upper reaches of the Red Soil Tribe, from the Moa Great Nickel Belt, carrying faintly reddish nickel sand as it merged into the Caribbean Sea. And after a night of celebration had passed, the pale red bloodstains by the shore had almost faded away.
More than two hundred headless Ciguayos corpses drifted farther and farther with the tide, vanishing upon the vast ocean. Only the sharks, drawn by the stench of blood and gathering to prowl, still searched for the traces left after that brutal battle.
The Kingdom fleet stayed at the Red Soil Tribe for another four or five days. The Kingdom warriors led the local Taino Militia through the surrounding mountains and forests, hunting down and capturing several dozen remnants of the Ciguayos who had fled into the woods. Counting the enemies captured during the sea battle, there were fully more than eighty Ciguayos prisoners.
The Kingdom fleet's judgment of the captured Ciguayos was simple. The Red-hair Tribe warriors were familiar with battle and carried the hidden danger of resistance, so all were executed. The blue-haired tribesfolk were tested one by one by the Priests and made blood oaths to convert to the Main God. Those who resisted and refused were also executed on the spot.
After two rounds of handling, the fleet gained fifty able-bodied Ciguayos who had "taken the initiative" to convert. Together with the fifty-some Taino laborers who had been rescued and had "voluntarily" joined, that made more than a hundred young and strong workers.
Most of these Taino laborers had been captives of the Ciguayos for several months, and those who had survived were